"Give 'em a month from date in which to find the animals," replied Nick. "We must limit it to six horses, one to be ridden each night. It will pack the place, bring grist to the mill, and it must come off in Sydney. I mean to give Leigh half the stake if he wins, as I feel sure he will."
"What do you say, Leigh?" asked Tom.
"I'll accept with pleasure; I'll ride anything they like to bring in," answered Glen.
"Good man," said Tom. "There'll be some sport. You'll have your work cut out."
CHAPTER XXIII
BEATEN
It was Saturday night, and Glen Leigh had sent no word to Bellshaw about the sweep money.
Bellshaw waited impatiently in his private room at the hotel, fretting and fuming.